Apple blossoms and chapel bells

Drifting by in review

Constantly keep reminding me of you.

While I held you, the chapel bells

Seemed to sing out in rhyme

"Go on, kiss her, it's apple blossom time."

As our lips met, the blossoms trembled,

They knew, with the dawn we'd part

And the petals that fell resembled

The pieces of a broken heart.

Now in memory that picture dwells,

As I look forward to

Apple blossoms and chapel bells and you